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Well, half the time, she started out in a swimsuit, but by the end of the swim, he had her butt naked, and they were fucking hard in the water. It turned out to be the best therapy for Daisy as she struggled to get past the night of the attack.

"It might be dark already, but I'm wearing a swimsuit," she said.

"For now. All bets are off for later." He slapped her butt and left her to change.

Walking through the vacant locker room, he stepped out to the pool enclosure to music blaring from the speaker at the far end. Jagger passed a whiskey bottle to Cord at the side of the pool. In the water, Wire and Dio shot the basketball through the hoop in the shallow end. Rush and Link floated on air mattresses while smoking a joint and blowing the smoke up into the air.

Maverick sat on the steps in the shallow end, staring into the water.

Later, they'd all head over to the clubhouse and eat—CrabTree was catering—and tap a couple of kegs with the rest of the Havlin Motorcycle Club members who weren't at the pool. Right now, he wanted those close to him to celebrate his wedding.

Daisy had gotten to know his MC brothers who were at the pool. She felt comfortable around them.

That's what today was all about.

After all, it was her day.

She stepped out of the locker room. Instead of wearing her lifeguard swimsuit, she had on a white bikini. His balls tightened, and he gawked from head to toe, whistling under his breath.

"Babe." He took another look before meeting her eyes. "Might have to change my favorite color."

She held up her finger, motioning him to wait. Then, she turned slowly, looking over her shoulder at him as she went. His gaze dropped, drawn to the backless bottoms with the thin strap running the length of her crack before disappearing between her legs.

A loud whistle of admiration prickled his skin. One of the men shouted his appreciation.

A sudden rush to have her cover up in front of his MC brothers hit him, and at the same time, he bent over and unlaced his boots. He'd never gotten his clothes off so fast in his hustle to get her in his arms.

He scooped her over his shoulder and dropped them both into the pool's deep end. She kissed him underwater as he pushed off the bottom of the pool and sent them to the surface.

Daisy came up laughing. He came up hard as a fucking rock, wishing the celebration was over, and he had her back at the newly remodeled duplex—that was now a two-story home overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. His hand went right to the thin string separating her butt cheeks.

"Like?" She kissed his lips.

"Wear it home." He grunted, letting his finger slip along her pussy. "We can leave now."

"That'd be rude." She hung off his neck. "Besides, I have something else planned for tonight."

"Better than the bikini?"

"Dirtier than the bikini," she whispered.

He growled. "Is it red?"

"M-aybe." She bit her lip.

Jesus. He fell back, flipped, and swam half the pool before coming back to her, and still his cock wasn't cooperating. She teased him by pulling herself out of the pool, walking over, and getting him a beer before returning to the water.

Before he downed half the drink, Dio came over with another bottle. He set one on the edge of the pool.

"Now you're stuck with the fucker." Dio grinned at Daisy. "When we get tired of him at the clubhouse, we'll make sure to send him home to you."

She floated beside him with her arm slung across his shoulders. "I'll take him."

"Seriously, though." Dio dipped his chin. "I'm happy for you both."

"Thanks, brother." Bane clasped hands with him. "Better have another beer and warm up for later."

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